Otatso Wetlands Mustangs

Reno grumbled and groaned at the response.

Something’s happened, but it could be no shocking news when Colt Briggs was involved. The cowboy heaved a tired sigh and trudged inward, sniffing out the familiar chew scent that clung to the man. It didn’t take long to pick something up. He cursed as he stepped through the wetlands, wondering why Briggs had stopped there.

Where are ya, he barked into the rolling fog. The stench of chew was there. He could smell the other man. Couldn’t make out where the bastard had gotten himself. Can smell yer ass from a mile away, the cowboy grumbled next, scowling into the heavy air.